Rise of the Otherworld.

Within the True King Sect, a scene of intense activity unfolded. The disciples were making final preparations for the impending battle, each face etched with seriousness and determination.

Lin Yu was in the room, carefully wiping his sword. The sword blade flashed with a cold light, reflecting his resolute face. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to pour all his determination into the sword.

"This battle is about the survival of the True King Sect. Only victory is allowed, not defeat." Lin Yu muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner tension. But his slightly trembling hands still revealed his deep anxiety. After all, the victory or defeat of this battle is related to the future of the True King Sect and the life and death of countless disciples.

At this time, the disciples in charge of logistics were continuously delivering weapons and medicinal pills to the front line. They walked hurriedly, their expressions tense yet full of determination.

"Everyone, hurry up! Make sure every senior disciple participating in the battle has sufficient equipment!" A young disciple shouted, sweat dripping from his forehead. His voice was a little hoarse with anxiety, but his hands did not slow down at all.

On the training grounds, a group of disciples were conducting their final tactical drills. Their figures moved swiftly in the moonlight, swords clashing, and shouts of killing echoed.

"Remember, our mission is to draw out the enemy's main force and create opportunities for Group Two. Everyone must work closely together!" the captain of Group One shouted, his eyes gleaming with trust and expectation, and every movement brimming with strength and determination.

The disciples in Group 2 silently checked their hidden weapons and stealth gear. They knew they were shouldering the heavy responsibility of penetrating deep into enemy territory to gather intelligence, and that the slightest mistake could lead to irretrievable destruction. Their expressions were solemn, and they repeatedly wiped the hidden weapons in their hands, ensuring they would be able to perform to the utmost in the critical moment.

The reserve teams of Group 3 were also not idle. They were undergoing high-intensity physical training. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, but their steps were still firm and powerful.

"Try harder, we are the last line of defense of the Zhenwang Sect!" The captain of the reserve team encouraged everyone. His voice was like a war drum, inspiring every disciple.

Meanwhile, the elders were in the Sutra Library, leafing through ancient tome, hoping to find some secret to countering the Shadow Sect's techniques. Yellowed pages flicked rapidly in their hands, their anxious shadows cast by candlelight on the walls.

"We must find a solution. We can't let our disciples die in vain." An elder's eyes were bloodshot, but he still refused to give up. His fingers quickly ran across the pages, not missing any potentially useful information.

The entire Zhenwang Sect was immersed in an atmosphere of tension and tragedy. Everyone knew that tomorrow's battle would be a fierce one, but they did not retreat or fear. They had only one belief in their hearts: to defend the Zhenwang Sect and uphold justice.

As night fell, the moon hung high in the sky, its cool light casting a shadow over the buildings of the Zhenwang Sect, casting a layer of silver gauze over everything. The originally beautiful scenery now seemed particularly poignant.

Lin Yu stood in front of the sect gate, looking at the silent darkness, his heart filled with emotion. He remembered the glory of the Zhenwang Sect and the ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the sect.

"Tomorrow is the day for the decisive battle. The fate of the Zhenwang Sect is in our hands." Lin Yu's voice floated in the night wind, with endless determination and courage.

At this time, there was also a tense atmosphere in the Shadow Gate's stronghold.

"Increase your vigilance. Don't let the True King Sect take advantage of any opportunity!" the Shadow Sect's leader ordered grimly. His eyes were filled with ferocity and cruelty, as if he had already witnessed the destruction of the True King Sect.

The disciples of the Shadow Sect patrolled the stronghold, their footsteps remarkably clear in the still night. Traps were rechecked, mechanisms recalibrated, and every detail was carefully considered.

"As long as the True King Sect dares to come, we will make sure they never return!" said a disciple of the Shadow Sect viciously.

Both sides were waiting for the dawn, for the decisive battle. As the night grew deeper and the wind grew colder, the fighting spirit of both sides grew stronger.

Can the True King Sect defeat the Shadow Gate in this decisive battle and protect their homeland and honor? Everything is still unknown.